The Pressure lyrics - Nas
The pressure weigh a ton, it's gettin too heavy
Had to inspire them again like I didn't already
Real ones still around release the confetti
God's Son across the belly
I ain't made til we all can say that we made it
Been down with the hustle so long feel like we're related
Take my word like you would from the book of Revelations
Dead presidents that shit come when you dedicated
I invest in education cause we wasn't privy
We got busy put scholarship programs throughout the city
Jefe, did it my way chairman of the committee
Rap Pack niggas like Sinatra in the 60s
Come through on some wavy shit
Valentino camouflage on some Army Navy shit
I know you can feel the pressure keep up with my cadences
QB lingo
Freestyles tapin' on Stretch and Bobbito
Hit threw me the beat and I had to eat it, ugh
The lies ya'll recorded in your session, delete it
Hurtin' niggas I think they out for the rest of the season
Tried to play it cool they don't wanna see me heated, nah
The pressure weigh a ton it's gettin too heavy
Had to inspire them again like I didn't already
Real ones still around release the confetti
God's Son across the belly
God's Son across the belly
The world on my shoulders it's gettin' too heavy
I been bench pressing the problems ain't even get sweaty
Cops brutalizing kids I see it too steadily
Correctional facilities never do it correctly
My main statement is this whole game is triangulated
Little versions of who? Nigga, there's no replacement
Besides my kids, boundaries are my greatest creations
I been on five full generations
It's Nas til I'm gone
Give my all, give em more
Miles on my Peloton I been working on my core
Colors of Benetton, pastel rugs on the floor
Meal prep me, Ferrari Testi
She out on the terrace, glass of Petrus with her bestie
Drunk textin'
While I'm out here tryin' to spread the message
You searchin' for qualities that I'm already blessed with
R&B exes
Charms on her necklace
God's Son across the belly
God's Son across the belly
Weight of the world
Embrace the pressure
Death Row East lyrics - Nas
Yeah, yeah hold up
KD2 shit
Ayy hold up, c'mon, whoa
Right back at this
Right back
Right back, hold up, whoa
High on life
Drunk off dark liquor
Shit gettin' eerie
Like I threw on Thriller
Bitch I'm a hard hitter
Rolex clocks and killers
Holdin' the order
I'm prayin' God delivers
I had run-ins with Suge
Niggas woulda' been shook
At the height of the beef they started Death Row East
Damn, I even saw their tees on some of my G's
Notorious label the story was made in the streets
Now it's real life movies
Rest in peace ill Will
Let's talk about it
We the smartest not the loudest
Came up out the project houses
Where they resort to violence
Hennessy bottles on the curb
Lil' niggas tryin' to serve
Let's talk about it
Back when Jungle told Pac it's on soon as we walk up out this
Picket signs Outlawz outside the music hall
Buncha' ghetto superstars really down to lose it all
Both sides was thuggin'
But when you in my city you know how we comin'
Animals in the field and most of em clutchin'
When you livin' this rugged
That come with repercussions, look
High on life
Drunk off dark liquor
Shit gettin' eerie
Like I threw on Thriller
Bitch I'm a hard hitter
Rolex clocks and killers
Holdin' the order
I'm prayin' God delivers
I had run-ins with Suge
Niggas woulda' been shook
At the height of the beef they started Death Row East
Damn, I even saw their tees on some of my G's
Notorious label the story was made in the streets
History lessons
Keep it on record
Let's talk about it
'Cause when you got a story real as mine you can't leave nothin' out it
Let's take you back to 9-6, diamonds and Mac 10's
Lookin' thru a fresh lens
Everything I know now, wish I knew back then
Like it was only so much time left
Before Machiavelli the Don left
Booked a flight, flying out West
We was trying to squash the whole shit in Vegas
No media to eat it up and leak it in the papers
Eric B, Big D, and Preme was affiliated
Peace to Edi, Napoleon and all the innovators
We had respect before we was ever some entertainers
See Suge, he was a dangerous threat
MOB almost turned half of New York red
Brothers I grew up with threw up their sets
Some even had them Death Row chains hang off their necks
There's a rumor that spread I'd like to address
Pac was never set up by Stretch (Let it rest)
I stepped to him at Bryant Park so we could speak direct
He didn't disrespect, we planned to reconnect
I flew to Vegas to shoot the Street Dreams video and link with Tupac
Tried to squash the East Coast West Coast beef
We didn't talk
But he was still alive in the hospital
And it rained that day in Vegas
Rest In Power
40 Side lyrics - Nas
OG Talk
Project halls
40 Side where a nigga seen it all
I can send niggas a slide
I'd rather show them the ropes
Integrity matters the most
I gave the hood hope
Damn
I gave the hood classics
Something to open your mind
Instead of going out crashin'
How was you real when you hate the real
My nigga I'm simply askin'
Can't just talk about the plan you gotta put it in action
Ain't no pity party for yourself
You gotta get up rise for your wealth
Can't spend all that time in your feelings tryin' to sympathize with yourself
Don't nobody owe you
Ain't nobody holding you back
You stuck in illusions
Attached to something that ain't even that
South Beach, Nassau, Amalfi, Maldives, same beach
Unless you are after somethin' most men just can't see
Shorty off the block, shorty off the runway, same freak
We all got the access to open doors like we share the same key
OG Talk
OG Talk (OG talk)
Project halls (Project halls)
40 Side where a nigga seen it all (Seen it all)
I can send niggas a slide (Slide)
I'd rather show them the ropes (Ropes)
Integrity matters the most (Most)
I gave the hood hope (Hope)
Damn
Niggas really got it jumpin'
They finally gave Nas a Grammy just front me the gold, that wasn't the goal
First clip was a warning shot
Nigga we spinnin' back up the road
Through the boroughs, pull up our Rolls
Empty this bitch and reload
Been in it this long, it's gon' look like it's magic
Only island that my niggas knew was Rikers or Staten
You get your first V12, tap the pedal then stab it
Get your first ten milly watch that shit like a habit
OG Talk
Shoutout 41st Side
Jackson Heights, Flushing, Elmhurst right
Keep your blickie you know how the streets work
Seen too many of us die over the turf
OG Talk (OG talk)
Project halls (Project halls)
40 Side where a nigga seen it all (Seen it all)
I can send niggas a slide (Slide)
I'd rather show them the ropes (Ropes)
Integrity matters the most (Most)
I gave the hood hope (Hope)
'Til then, we gon' be thuggin' behind the project buildin'
Plottin' on our way that we can make a million, a billion
Until then, we gon' be thuggin'
EPMD 2 lyrics - Nas (feat. Eminem & EPMD)
Respectfully
Bucket on low like Erick and Parrish
Closed casket flow, all you niggas get deaded
They don't give you one single rose while you can smell it
So I pick from my own garden (Garden)
Wanna go out in my garden like Godfather
Grandkids and a Rottweiler got over the block trauma (Yeah, trauma)
So what you sayin', nigga? You gots to chill (Uh-huh)
Thinkin' you the truth, really you not for real (EPMD!)
Back to back with it, the hardest shit of the year (Nasir Jones, remix)
EPMD, we back in business
Ain't nobody fuckin' with us, come to your senses (Uh)
P is the second comin' of God, somethin' to witness
Piece of shit, fly on your head like Mike Pence's, we in the trenches
I'm mad, better yet, I'm on a rampage
My people can't even get minimum wage
Fuck a stimulus (Uh), give me some interest (Uh)
Give me a loan (Oh), give me a home
Give me that land you owe me so I can roam
So when you trespass, blaow, one in your dome
Best wishes, ghost 'em like he Tommy
Ain't worried 'bout nothing 'cause Hit Squad behind me
EPMD, we back in business
I visualize what it is, not what it isn't
We at the mafia table next to the kitchen
Eatin' Michelin Stars, countin' a million
Dun! I let it go for the family, meetin's at Cote in Miami
Them wine bottles on maggie, extra large
Sign up for my masterclass, Escobar
Feet up at Mets Stadium at my restaurant
Tied in from AZ to Dave East
You know my thoughts get crazy
My teachers, they couldn't grade me
I know some Haitians in Dade County, got choppers in Haiti
She booked a flight to Colombia, made her body amazin'
Just to post it on Tumblr, this that "fuck up the summer" shit
I don't care what you comin' with, me and Hit-Boy runnin' shit (Runnin' shit)
Big gold, rope chains, but they flooded now (Yeah, flooded now)
Pull up with the Ghost like a haunted house (Haunted house)
She gettin' scary, blood on my hands like Carrie
Might walk through a cemetery to see where hip-hop is buried
I said it was dead, but it faked its death like Machiavelli
You see letters in red splatter, look like sauce and spaghetti
(Yeah, ready?)
EPMD, we're back in business (What?)
Livin' in cramped conditions, will give you ammunition
I stock those shelves, I got those shells like Taco Bell and I'm not gon' fail
I got no L's (Noels) like Christmas, you don't wanna make the claws (Claus) come out (Nah)
Y'all should call yourselves Santa (Why?) 'cause none of y'all are real (Nah)
Not a 'single one' (Like what?), like a dollar bill (Yeah)
Just like your bitch in appellate court, she's on a pill (Appeal)
We got her a 'bond' and she'll
Never 'bail' on me (Bail on me), not even outta jail (Haha, jail)
EPMD, but me, I gots no chill (Ch-chill)
Just a lotta skrill
Lady, my paper's so crazy, I just tossed a mil' out the window of my mobile
On the fuckin' freeway on the way here (Yeah)
Like Rudolph and his homies when they pullin' the sleigh, yeah
That's a lot of bucks flyin' when I'm makin' it rain, dear
Green on me but no weed, shorty, just these, darling
A pocket full of pills, some are Tylenol 3s, prolly two or three Molly
So some are E (Summary), which reminds me of "Rap Summary," mami
My theme song, me and "P" always used to play that shit on repeat all day
So please call me "Big Daddy" (Daddy)
Plus I got the Kane (Cane) and "Lean On Me" (Yeah)
MCs, I'm eatin' you B-I-T-C-H's like tortilla chips
Me, I'm free of debt, yeah, green is on Chia Pet (Woo)
This is the effects of my old neighborhood misery index
Poverty at its peak, OCD and PTSD, I guess
R.I.P. out to DMX, Stezo E and Nipsey
Ecstasy and Prince Markie Dee, MF DOOM, I hit 50 via text
Told him that I love him 'cause I don't even know when I'ma see him next (Nah)
Tomorrow could be your death (Bring that beat back)
Yeah, and this shit ain't for the faint
'Cause the brain's illa trained killer, danger, deranged
And I drank all the DayQuil (Yeah) I blank on the paper
Then wait 'til the page fill up (What?)
Hate spiller, shameful the strength of a pain pill or tranq'
I just pray for the day when I'm able to say that I'm placed with the greats
And my name's with the Kane's and the Wayne's, and the Jay's and the Dre's
And the Ye's, and the Drake's and the J Dilla's, Jada's, Cool J's
And the Ra's and amazin' as Nas is, and praise to the Gods of this
Shout to the golden age of Hip-Hop and the name of this song is
EPMD, we back in business
I visualize what it is, not what it isn't
We at the mafia table next to the kitchen
Eatin' Michelin Stars, countin' a million
Rare lyrics - Nas
Yo
I'm in rare form
Niggas speak down on my name like I wasn't there for em
Talk about back in the days
This isn't back in the days
They want me back in my ways
Chipped tooth and the fade
Uh
Musically I'm on Mars
Walking all over the beat
Puttin my feet on the stars
I rock it like Lenny, thinkin like Jimi the first time he seen a guitar
Standin' in front of where they shot Ahmaud and we gotta know who we are
Uh
I'm in rare form
Wearin' rare Jordans straight from Air Jordan this a fair warning
Too many young gods beef over nothin
When you get money you know that it's comin
Sayin' they homies but they ain't a hunnid
We the most hunted uh
I got my Mets hat on to the back
Y'all already know where we going with the stats
Hall of Fame only Kings and Queens only
They all be grabbin' my style but you know they can't hold me
Yeah
I'm in rare form
Y'all still on the ground you know I been airborne
Studying BIG studying Nietzsche
You gotta call in a chopper to reach me
Homey I don't need a jeweler to freeze me
Ice in my veins I make it look easy
Mentally I'm in Queens
More money more problems you gotta be ready for all that it brings
Let em say what they say revenge on my plate I'm lovin' the taste
They see you shinin' emotions get hard to contain
They just not evolving the same
Me and HB is too rare
I'm movin' all thru the snares
Sound on billionaire
Ain't nothin' changed I'm flippin' the page
I'm Prince on the stage, slave on his face
You know what they say, KD the wave
I'm stayin' rare for all of my days
I'm stayin' rare for all of my days
Levels of Tarantino
Curbin' my ego, even though he know
Empty glass of Pinot, cigars and casinos
What they especially praise is the ethos
Stacks on blackjack, movin' my chips
No superstition to make me get rich
I'm with this chick just one I brought today
In between placing my bets we shopped at Cartier
Rose gold I copped her a set
Runway hopped in the jet
Flight attendant poppin' Moet
I said I need that Dom off of respect
We havin' conversations niggas show me property there
I called my nigga Ant and told him yo I gotta be there
Salmon shish kabob in a misty fog rollin' sticky log
Big dog affair no kids involved
Round table havin' war council
Press one button it'll change the world around you
Too rare, nuttin' to see here
Cuban over my streetwear
You're nobody 'til somebody kills you just to be fair
It's ok to keep the mystique I learned that in the street
On me, solo or deep, I'm puttin' on for the G's
We been doin' gangsta shit for a long time
Look inside my mind, see a gold mine
I'm my own co-sign
She textin' the old line
You keep staring at the glow bitch don't go blind
Braveheart energy, fuck all the enemies
XO Hennessy it's not on me it's in me
I'm not here to be friendly they ain't even contending
Comprende
We been doin' gangsta shit for a long time
Look inside my mind, see a gold mine
I'm my own co-sign
She textin' the old line
Comprende
It's up
Hit-Boy you on some other shit
We on some other shit
Comprende
Yeah
YKTV lyrics - Nas (feat. A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & YG)
Oh yeah I'm sorry I didn't mean to say all that
I should've opened with a reading of the scripture from the Book of Popoff
Every time I pop out it pop off
YKTV got the top off
Private estate I'm a mob boss
Every time I pop out it pop off
YKTV
God's Son they call me Son ain't no son'in me
Ran a hundred M's bitch I'm running things
Paper power pussy that should come in threes
What you think I owe you somethin' girl for fuckin' me?
Imagine Lil Uzi on a Preemo beat
Imagine N A S on a Migo beat
Hip Hop culture Henny on coasters
Watching hundred inch screens see who sittin' with Oprah
Black Phantoms women comin' in tandems
Bags are Lanvin she prayin' she don't get abandoned
Bag big from layin' these ad-libs
My photo the Jordan logo for this rap shit
Oculus VR that's how I see shit
I can't let you drive the boat if you get seasick
Draped in all red she thought I was Whoopty
4 a.m. still goin' I'm not even whoozy
Let your friends catch a ride whip only got two seats
Slip N Side thru Miami she got on a two piece
I'm on her body she a homebody
Hope them killers don't catch no bodies
Every time I pop out it pop off
YKTV got the top off
Private estate I'm a mob boss
Every time I pop out it pop off
You wanted to talk ain't no talkin' it out
Huh, put it in your mouth, fuck you talkin' about
Every time they play this song she like this is my shit'
But I really wanna know do you love me and I
So my name and when you say it baby call me Artist
Don't be afraid to ride my wave ma it's a tsunami
And when I wasn't gettin' paid them bitches wasn't on me
And you can tell I got my weight up just look at the car key
A bunch of Givenchy, look
I pop off ha
I copped the Avenny might top off ha
They not really A Boogie they just knockoffs ha
Big rock in these chains but it's not yours ha
Been jackin Esco-bars like he Pablo ha
Put my tip inside of wolves like shit was hollow ha
My niggas innocent behind rules but they Ralo ha
And every time they pop off I pop out
Every time I pop out it pop off
YKTV got the top off
Private estate I'm a mob boss
Every time I pop out it pop off
Hey there I'm Peter Popoff and it's about to pop off
Four hunnid
Hunnid deep in a club I'm a mob boss
Big Blood drip know it's hot sauce
Found a crib got my side bitch in a high loft
Girls goin' wild bitch take your top off
Show no love bitch
I'm in love with Saint Laurent
The Louis Vuitton ain't dropped yet but I got it on
I just made yo' favorite singer come out her thong
I just ran a money play with Scooter Braun
Drop a car note on yo' head act stupid with' it
Bitch bitch my jewels ain't rented, the coupes ain't rented
Bitch play them cards with no limit
Stars in the ceilin'
Bitch I work hard on the money I'm harvestin' millions
I just put my name on the platinum you trappin' and dealin'
Niggas niggas say that they game but I'm actually in it
I'm Tom Brady in the field I make all the decisions
The video got shot up and I green lit it
Every time I pop out it pop off
YKTV got the top off
Private estate I'm a mob boss
Every time I pop out it pop off
YKTV
You know the vibes
QB to South side
North side, Far Rock, LeFrak, Brooklyn
Bronx, Harlem, Staten Island we outside
Highbridge to Compton, yeah
Store Run lyrics - Nas
G's
Yeah
Yeah
QB, AQ, Ravenswood, Woodside, let's go
My thumbs struck a lot of lighters
Pulled a lot of all nighters
Banned from some after hours spots
My crew would choose violence move in silence
Who knew I grew to build an empire
Streets had me against the ropes woulda thought I was zip lining
Techs in a dresser
Money off tech pushing a Tesla
Rolled up a fresh one
It's one IPO to the next one
Rich from corporate or thuggin'
Expensive mistakes
It's all a racket it's the same thing
Just a risk that you take
Movin' too fast
Blues on yo' ass
Them boys came thru with the task
Peep thru the blinds
You knew it was curtains
Bread winner take a -L
Leave the whole family hurting
Seen it a million times system wash 'em out with the verdict
So I'm clean as a whistle, drinking premium liquor
In between two Argentinian sisters
They countin' up for me until they fingers get blisters
What I blew that on I cannot seem to remember
It's not even bragging
It's okay, it's gonna be okay
Flyest nigga in this rap shit
Yo
As I'm looking at the New York skyline
Reminiscing on night times
Shootouts with my guys
Pouring this white wine
You can Richard Mille your left wrist
Keep in perspective we on God's time
The world is yours
What happens when dealers reduced to addicts?
What happens when kings don't see they potential status?
What's your exit plan?
Face to face with my omens, I never ran
Stood on stages most never can
Pyrotechnics and leather pants
Shifting the culture
Mention me with Mick Jagger and Bono like you 'posed to
I'm standing next to rookies somehow they lookin' older
The altitude I'm at is so cold it'll make ya nose run
How you expect to get love if you don't show none
I should send you lil' niggas on a store run
How we movin' it's no cut
I'm from the era of razor blades and coke dust
People living with no trust
Champagne and the soap suds
So I'm clean as a whistle, drinking premium liquor
In between two Argentinian sisters
They countin' up for me until they fingers get blisters
What I blew that on I can't seem to remember
The world is yours
Scarface Tony Montana shit
It's yours
Yours, yours
RIP Ecstasy from Whodini
DMX
Prince, Markie Dee
Shock G
Real Rap Gods
Do you know the meaning?
All the rap brothers we lost this year
And last year
Aye yo, check it out
Run to the store for me man
Get me veggie chips, blunts, and a bottle
You got this shit all twisted man
It's about rank
You ain't there yet, think you gon' send me to the store I own the store man, I'm just testing you
I got the hood playing golf while bossed out
Crucifixes over the chrome hearts you get crossed out
People battered down Asian hate gettin' passed around
Tiger happy both his parents lives matter now
Marble floors is my common law
We company builders
I inspired those who inspired you to run up millions
Not perfect, persistence, keep it more pure than a purist
I do this for the 'jects
And them good hearted jurors
Moments lyrics - Nas
'Bout it, that's how I feel
We used to all put in and go half on bail money
Fuck makin' it rain now, we makin' it hail money
I never met Muhammed Ali
Wish I did
My brother saw him
Champ told him nothing is real
Gave me the chills
Thought about it that's how I feel
We on autopilot, no captain behind the wheel
My whole career I steered away from features
But I figured it's perfect timing to embrace the leaders
Accepted my position as the master teacher
I make cash deposits before the first
Flashy diamonds that's waterworks
Sassy models the curviest
Brothers you knew from the sandbox'll do you the dirtiest
Government assistance poverty is big business
Overrun the Senate both parties got policies built for the wicked
Look you in the jungle gotta move like an animal
Prey on the predators go where anybody that challenge you
Board rooms courtrooms it will leave you with war wounds
I ain't wanna be this cold hearted but I was forced to
Wore my sneakers like Run DMC did
Important to black culture like Spike Lee is
He Got Game
I wish my mom could see this
See the man that he is
Moments you can't relive
Like takin' your first swim
Like still bein' a virgin
Taking trainin' wheels off the rims
Movin' in ya first crib or having your first kid
Moments you can't relive
Like your first time buggin' from somethin' that Nas said
Yo, I wish I met Sister Souljah
But I didn't, woulda told her
Coldest Winter Ever was beautifully written
She alive so she'll hear this
I'm dolo no co-defendants, I been with the social distance
Archbishop of sharp spittin' sports car whippin'
Ya actin' like the real ain't what's needed, of course I get it
What's more authentic?
Hit-Boy in a walking Guinness World Record
New York menace
I'm O-Dog Hit is Caine
The endin' change
Traded my youth some say I became a suit
A representative of Martin's Dream comin' true
Every man is a King less he make excuses
Wish that my mishaps wasn't a nuisance
Sunday to Sunday get praise I'm God made
Where I'm from one go in the grave, one go in the cage
Moments you can't relive
Like takin' your first swim
Like still bein' a virgin
Taking trainin' wheels off the rims
Movin' in ya first crib or having your first kid
Moments you can't relive
Like your first time buggin' from somethin' that Nas said
Third verse and I knew what to write
They say I'm a legacy artist I blew up the price
Thirty years later who would'a knew dude would be nice
I hit the tables and I threw up the dice
Under the lights, outside dining
Al fresco
Silk is the dress code
Had to be Esco
Colors of lightbulbs change thru voice command
Flew over Antigua made the choice to land
Set my feet on a private island house come with a staff
Chef know how to cook with no salt and low fat
Extended stay shorty she don't wanna go back
You gotta appreciate the moments bad times don't last
Like my first fistfight in the Bridge
Hype like the first time I heard Nobody Beats the Biz
Those times bring me to tears
Moments you can't relive
Like takin' your first swim (Splash)
Like still bein' a virgin (Splash)
Taking trainin' wheels off the rims
Movin' in ya first crib or having your first kid (It's a girl)
Moments you can't relive (Moments you can't relive yeah)
Like your first time buggin' from somethin' that Nas said (Uh, when was that? Way back)
Just free livin' this life
I can't relive last night
I'm excited for today
Nobody lyrics - Nas (feat. Ms. Lauryn Hill)
One city, one country, one state
Some place to be nobody
Some place to be
Some place you wouldn't know problems
Yeah, yeah
If Chappelle moved to Ghana to find his peace then I'm rollin
Where the service always roamin' I'm packin' my bags and goin'
It's a challenge in that, it's a balancing act
Visit beautiful places that's more out here than the trap
Houses in Long Island they always found 'em
House in the South a nigga barely got out
Sunny LA
Remember calls with Dr. Dre
He told me Don't let the palm trees fool you nigga, be safe'
Me and my higher self, we often would speak
Somehow we lost the connection, might meet at Joshua Tree
And it's been bothering me
Too many wavy women, gotta log outta I-G
Can't be my age DM'ing
No kidding
It's hard to move like a civilian
I write the truth 'cause I live it, not like you musical niggas
We did it big and they bigots
They'd rather shoot than write tickets
What it feel like to go get it
What it feel like to go missing
In one city, one country, one state
Some place to be nobody
Some place to be
Some place you wouldn't know problems
Some place to be nobody
My dog bought a plane, said, "Let's go to Paris"
That's where baguettes are from
French bread, that's long and narrow
I like the other definition, rectangular carats
The concept of this song is rather esoteric
This girl said in Grenada we should go get married
Broke the meaning down of the Virgin Mary
And you got your own place
My favorite part of the night when you text me that you made it home safe
I'm contemplatin' at the homebase how I'm used to breakfast in the ghetto sippin' OJ
That's a picture right there, a moment in time
Before anybody wanted a photo of mine
Before the internet energy and social decline
Destroyed the vibe foolin' us with the headlines (Keepin' us blind)
Vultures eat you alive (The key to the signs)
Wishin' I'd find
One city, one country, one state
Some place to be nobody
Some place to be
Some place you wouldn't know problems
Some place to be nobody
All my time has been focused on my freedom now
Why would I join 'em when I know that I can beat 'em now?
They put their words on me
And they can eat 'em now
That's probably why they keep on tellin' me I'm needed now
They tried to box me out while takin' what they want from me
I spent too many years living too uncomfortably
Making room for people who didn't like the labor
Or wanted the spoils, selfish behavior
Now let me give it to you balanced and with clarity
I don't need to turn myself into a parody
I don't do the shit you do for popularity
They clearly didn't understand when I said I get out apparently
My awareness like Keanu in The Matrix
I'm savin' souls and ya'll complainin' bout my lateness
Now it's illegal for someone to walk in greatness
They want the same but they don't take risks
Now the world will get to see it's own reflection
And the anointed can pursue their own direction
And if you're wrong and you're too proud to hear correction
Walk into the hole you dug yourself fuck a projection
See me in my freedom taking all my land back
They sent a lot against me thinking I'd just stand back
I got my legs beneath me, I got my hands back
A lotta people sabotaged they couldn't stand that
I turned the other cheek, I took blow after blow
There's so much crisis in the world 'cause you reap what you sow
When you keep what you know is meant for someone else
The ditch you dig for them you must just end up in yourself
I'm in the secret place
I keep a sacred space
They keep showin' their hands, but keep hidin' their face
If I'm a messenger you block me, then you block the message
So aggressive, the world you made is what you're left with
Pride and ego over love and truth is living reckless
Y'all niggas got a death wish, the stupid leaves me breathless
Some place to be
Yeah
Ain't duckin' nothin'
Just might have to build my own city where y'all need a real nigga passport to enter
Ms. Hill, we ain't goin' nowhere
They gon' have to deal with us
Make 'em uncomfortable
Yeah
No Phony Love lyrics - Nas (feat. Charlie WIlson)
If only I knew back then what I know today
She'd have never gone away
If only I wouldn't be so lonely
I wouldn't be lonely
If only I'd take the time to show how much I care
I wouldn't be so lonely
Too many moments
Thoughts in the Cullinan
Too many moments when I thought I'd never love again
Scar like a buck fifty
Birdie in Above the Rim
With you I kept it on some humble shit
Damn, I guess you haven't noticed how I always been devoted
Even when you disrobin' late nights still get the coldest
Interviews I been misquoted
But you bein' bad is just a bonus
Look how beautiful your soul is
This shit feels like a high school crush (Think we in love)
I used to be her high school crush
She woke up in a fuss and asked me why did I hide her toothbrush
If I was honest it would be too much
Quiet storm on the radio puttin' me in the zone
I got questions in my text, when am I comin' home
You laid up in my Supreme tee you love my Tuscan cologne
I be excited to see you like I just didn't leave you
Oooweee
I be excited to see you like I just didn't leave you
Oh yeah
No phony love
If only love
Guaranteed trust
Just to sum it up
You know what's up
It's only us, it's only us, it's only us
She want me very exclusive
Relationships bound to fail when you barely into it
Stupid of me continuously I leave it in ruins
You perfect, but I might just be married to music, for real
Life is not what you harp on, or what you go through
She boppin' her shoulders like the darkest one in Total (Go boo)
Women with good energy, the ones I'm close to
And I already wrote to, waiting for you to roll through
She lookin' at me like you need a queen in your life
You can't be single for life
She tried to read me my rights
I'm hungover from last night pour me some Pedialyte
We was just doin' so well how was we in a fight, nah
I just want somebody who real
Late night play D'Angelo How Does It Feel?'
You lookin' for security I want someone secure
Let's drop thirty at Louis and have sex in the store
Behind the curtain in the dressing room, you ain't about that life
I be excited to see you like I just didn't leave you
No phony love
If only love
Guaranteed trust
Just to sum it up
You know what's up
It's only us, it's only us, it's only us
No phony love
If only love
Guaranteed trust
Just to sum it up
You know what's up
It's only us, it's only us, it's only us
You know us Virgos
All picky
In our heads and stuff
Love is trust
Trust is love
Trust is love
Love is trust
Brunch on Sundays lyrics - Nas (feat. Blxst)
Uh
Yeah
Bottomless bellinis afternoon sun
Girls twerkin' on the tables they jus' havin' fun
Leave them girls alone
You the owner what you on
Buckets of Dom P, how many you want?
My nigga he brought his son got his dad's face
We order crabcakes table with mad plates
R&B playlist I'm in Blxst space
She told me bout her last date I had to laugh in her face
Yo
That's brunch on Sundays
Bring the hookah to the table she gon' smoke until her lungs ache
That's brunch on Sundays
Postin' pictures on the gram hashtaggin' Sunday Fun Day
Go in chocolate city
DC girls saditty
Valet park the Wraith
Here's a hundred fifty
Fitted match the linen
Linen match the tennis
Net worth match the image
Shorty was a AKA
Best friend was a Delta
Bringing up her student loans I told her that I felt her
Flyest women on the yard now they work for Delta
New Chanel slides slip em off like Cinderella
That's brunch on Sundays
Mad blunts real runts girls tryin' to act up
Gotta keep it classy this ain't time to act tough
Eye to eye when we toast we don't need no bad luck
That's brunch on Sundays (Cheers)
Bring the hookah to the table she gon' smoke until her lungs ache
That's brunch on Sundays
Postin' pictures on the gram hashtaggin' Sunday Fun Day
It's my favorite day of the week
It's my favorite day
It's my favorite day of the week
To make it Sunday to Sunday that shit is deep
Keep it playa at all times
Be patient it's all vibes
You fuckin' with the latest and greatest of our time
They know if I'm winnin' we winnin' we all shine
Make sure my people got a plate at the table before mine
That's brunch on Sundays this one's different
It's the good guy mixed with American Pimp shit
I got Birkin money but the Telfar carry different
That's a black business I handle my black business
Stay out of black woman business unless you invested in it
Told her check her Zelle account there's a blessin' in it
That's brunch on Sundays
She belong on a runway
White Celine visor to block the sunrays
Oysters work as a afrodisiac
Soulful Sundays run Anita back (Rapture)
Gave her sweet love she said she needed that
Still a playa baby I know you seen The Mack
That's brunch on Sundays
Mad blunts real runts girls tryin' to act up
Gotta keep it classy this ain't time to act tough
Eye to eye when we toast we don't need no bad luck (Bless up)
That's brunch on Sundays (Cheers)
Bring the hookah to the table she gon' smoke until her lungs ache
That brunch on Sundays
Postin' pictures on the gram hashtaggin' Sunday Fun Day
It's my favorite day of the week (Let's break bread)
It's my favorite day
It's my favorite day of the week
To make it Sunday to Sunday that shit is deep
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
That's brunch on Sundays, oh
Break bread with the people
Count Me In lyrics - Nas
Count me in
Yeah
Yeah
Turn it up let the radio blast
This a movie can't catch it on HBO Max
Couldn't play me even back when we was playin' tag
White snow cover the roof of the navy Jag
That's crucial
Loose screws in my mind cause I didn't have the tools to
Unlock my power, then influence you
To lock me down it'd take two of you
Must be delusional dog, I'm livin' beautiful
(3, 2, 1 let's go)
Count me in
Most non-sucker shit you could ever experience
Count me in
Sound of a four-five bussin' that's how I'm killin' shit
Count me in
Sit back and let em expose who they really is
Count me in
We livin' that life
No two lives are alike
We livin' that life
No two lives are alike
Ain't worried bout none of them
They bleed how I bleed
Suffering from the symptoms of King's Disease
Can't let the bright lights go to your head
I watched my day ones go to the feds
5th Ave they snatchin' bags with the double-C's
They itchin' to up the squeeze, shit is not a hunnid til a nigga see a hunnid B's
See the gold and greed take over and kill a hunnid kings
Daily a hunnid niggas come for me
I'm tryin' to calculate the shit they gotta count me in
Can't cure me with over the counter shit
Fireworks every time I turn an album in
When it ain't even July I got it hot again
Majority on a profit split
We winnin' winter to winter
Q-boro don't get hit up
Get through any situation my nigga chest out, chin up
(3, 2, 1 let's go)
Count me in
Most non-sucker shit you could ever experience
Count me in
Sound of a four-five bussin' that's how I'm killin' shit
Count me in
Sit back and let em expose who they really is
Count me in
We livin' that life
No two lives are alike
We livin' that life
No two lives are alike
It's gon' be that, and that's on that
Yeah
That's on everything man
I just like to let it go where it's gonna go
Tryin' to tell you man
We was drivin'
We socializin'
Uh yeah
Yeah
Composure lyrics - Nas (feat. Hit-Boy)
Ayo Hit I like this IE weather
Aye, look
Vote yes on Hit-Boy bitch I'm the city spokesman
They see we got this shit crackin' and now they spirit broken
I'm standin' on the green like the British Open
And stackin' ice on top of ice but I'm not building snowmen
Doctors couldn't even detect my disorders
One case, six figures on six different lawyers
I put my soul in every song with limited support
Focused on the output not the outcome big God is my source
Spirit of excellence in my genetics
Complexities come with my complexion
'Fore you shut me down let me reach my level first
Y'all be too proud to do the devil's work
All that actin' and fakin' I can't take part in it
I'm washin' my hands with the soap opera shit
Set the cameras to speed, co-directed KD
But we know the caged bird sings and screams when it's free
Every second I spit on this I got it back in blessings
You can't stop and run no errands on the way to legend
They shoulda told em I'm raising up on the totem
Yeah, boilin' over, pot full of yola
Mix it with the cola
Son of a block controlla
Can't let em fuck me over
Gotta keep my composure look
Had yellow jaundice when I was born
Kept me in an incubator, ten days long
I made up songs, I was like humming tunes ten years later
Writin' in my room ten years after that on stage like it's too soon, but
For me see, my parents met inside a nightclub
Olu started to fight and then my moms broke it up
She said this boy he's in the Navy, settle down before ya'll need savin'
Pop went to war around the world, came home we celebrated
AWOL
Fast forward to when I started to play ball
From a place where we hate law
See the Jakes and we take off
(Whoop whoop)
Hit the gate I get home and take my chain off
Thankful I got through the day and all the evil I prayed off
Everything is cause and effect
Make the wrong moves in this business you lose all your respect
My block is dark as it gets
We all make mistakes only a few will recover from em
Don't spend your whole life runnin' from em
Run up the numbers
Shoulda told em I'm raising up on the totem
Yeah, boilin' over, pot full of yola
Mix it up with the cola
Son of a queen and a soldier
Can't let em fuck me over
Gotta keep my composure look
Keep your composure
On city blocks
And cell blocks
Keep your composure
Hold it down
Hold it tight
Hold it close
Hold space for yourself
It's the way of the ancestors
Our elders
Our artists
Our OGs
Our dreamers
Our builders
With each breath internalize their successes
Their struggles
Their sense of self
Their sense of overcoming
And take that power forward with you in life
Remind yourself of the magnitude of your good fortune
And the mere chance, one in billions, that you survived
That you will thrive
And even the strongest kings and queens being, yet remain unbroken
Keep your composure
And believe in the magic of who we are
'Cause what you believe is everything
And what someone believes about you, is nothing
Keep your composure
I am Shaka Senghor
My Bible lyrics - Nas
Ay Hit, we gon' do some shit like this, my nigga
Yay though I walk through the valley of infidels, suckers
Who adhere to sucker religions
Life's a bible
We livin' in biblical times
Uh
First chapter
This chapter called Men
Given knowledge by the psychotic the block was college
We don't add it up then that shit'll leave us divided
It's sorta like Ten Commandments, I'm talkin' bout men and standards
I'm tryin' to reverse the damage, you boys obsessed with cameras
The debt we was handed
So many move like Judas look at the past it's proven
It's my duty to speak truth to power
I be feelin' like it's my fault
Around your enemies then they call you before you hear about it
Talk to you like it's still love keepin' your vision clouded
Tryin' to get cool with guys 'cause you want em to choose sides
Campaignin' with the haters dismissin' truth for lies
Definition of a man, don't full on understand
For your soul the exec let you hold an advance
Don't be discouraged just go with the plan
Gotta have faith in God's grace over the land
And I pray for the day when they lay down and caged make their way up out that maze
Get their mind up out a daze
Too many mama's layin' flowers at they graves
Don't rap about death, it's power in what you say
Second chapter
And you get what you give, it's power in how you live
I sit and talk with the kids
Tell em just how it is
Go straight to avoid the bids
Livin' fast can wait, stay down work on your grades
Speak gospel for the next generation
You can have it all just don't side with Satan
I seen it take down most of the greatest
Hotel suites, Hollywood stars hangin'
The other side of what you think is fly
Your jewelry can be cursed and so can your ride
Let that soak in your mind
Suburbans and Beamers
Shot up with neeners'
How to stop a young genius
Spiritual like a deep cut from Shirley Caesar
I wonder if it's Jesus when a baby reach up
Sharpenin' up myself 'cause I know they need us
My African skin gave me the passion to win
Prayin' this doesn't come to a tragic end
Third chapter
This chapter called Women
Ya'll been the rib since the beginnin'
A woman's intuition, is what a man is missin'
To understand your wisdom is something I had to learn
Somehow you the most unprotected on planet earth
Your smile lift me up and your eyes kiss my soul
Your sweetness is honeycomb, such a lovely tone
You hold the power to make a house a home
Because of you I wanna right my wrongs
Kiss your mother 'cause we only get one
A grandmother's words to her grandson
Beautiful minds develop in time
Checks every month 'cause you held me for nine
They might see an image of a woman who's flawed
But I see a woman in the image of God
Highest regards, I light a cigar
To man, woman, and children my bible is ours, yeah
Open it up
Listen to it in anytime
That Revelations vibe
Get you through it
Ain't none of us perfect
I damn sure ain't
Prayin' this doesn't come to a tragic end
We just gon' hope for the best and do our best
And be our best, no less, yeah
Yo I woke up this morning and had to pray to God and thank him 'cause I made it this far
I kept it me
I'ma stay me no matter what
No matter who change up
I'ma try to get em to see the right path
'Cause I think I'm on the right path
Nas Is Good lyrics - Nas
Escobar season begins
Touch up the game like a photo edit
Camera roll like Oscar Michaeux, they gotta roll the credits
Like Rome came into Kemet and they stole the essence
Before they watered it down and taught us bogus lessons
Written in stone, write whatever in your history books
Me and ancient Egyptian skin tone had similar looks
On my trip out to Cairo I found home on arrival
I swam in the Red Sea
Took a boat on the Nile
It's in my blood to drive these cars and live this large
Escobar Cigars, avoidin' the prison bars
Nas
I deserve the threads in my closet, big boy deposits
Nike shares and stock tips
Catching up with those who had a head start
Used to get eviction notices that had a red mark
The lights was out, that's why we sip dark
Actin' a fool at the pool in Queensbridge Park
Niggas would not survive in my hood
Pull up with all of my jewels on and Nas is good
Nas is good
My nigga, Nas is good
I love my hood so much I go out in a blazing shootout
You see I can't come out there, I'll throw it all away, fuck it
Big shout out to DU
Forever
His brother Herb
R.I.P.
Now y'all woke, I'm laughin' at niggas
Y'all used to say Nas talkin' that anti-establishment business
Look at my settlement cases, gave they asses some stitches
Used to put bottles to faces, all we ask is forgiveness
My past story full of sins, somehow
I gotta cleanse
Back in 2010 Department of Justice wrote me lookin' for one of my friends
I didn't know where he was at
Didn't even have a hint
And even if I did, a nigga'll never snitch
Cheat code, I walked into my greatness
Freak hoes throw their pussy a party, ok then
Raised by a Queen that's the only reason I made it
Kings Disease, the recurrence, that shit reinstated
Death to the pessimistic mind state
Lack of hope, low spirit muthafuckas
Life to Kings, gettin' a King's ransom, livin' handsome
Yo Hit, we did it
King's Disease 2
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